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Zackster

The

Glacier Celinox
Owner:

Age: 5 years, 5 months, 1 week

Born: December 16th, 2007

Adopted: 5 years, 5 months, 1 week ago (Legacy)

Adopted: December 16th, 2007 (Legacy)

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Statistics

Level: 163
Strength: 206
Defense: 144
Speed: 115
Health: 219
HP: 219/219
Intelligence: 302
Books Read: 297
Food Eaten: 34
Job: Hotel Owner

Zackster; not only cold-looking

Name: Zackster
Nicknames: Zack
Birthdate: December 16th (Age 20)

Blood type: AB
Dominant hand: Right
Height: 190 cm

Hobbies: Battling (mostly to relieve anger or stress) and reading (thanks to Keadnu's influence.)

Roleplay: Closed

"I tried taking care of them because you were away. You should be sorry it didn't work, not me."

Description

My name is Zackster, I'm a Glacier Celinox, I come from Centropolis and work part-time washing dishes at The Bakery.

(someone whispers by his side) What, more than that? -sighs- Alright, I get it already, I'll do it...

Huh... My owner named me Zackster after some rockstar idol of hers, and as unrelated as it can get to everything (me included), not many people insist in calling me that - most simply stick to calling me "Zack". I don't know if this is clear to you, though, but I don't really care. Rockstar idols don't really bother me, you see...

I got to be a Glacier Celinox still in the times a Glacier Potion cost barely nothing, so I'm probably a little old by now... And I was, as I mentioned before, born in Centropolis, not in the Artic Frost (contrary to some of my younger siblings beliefs), and as a Common pet (well, obviously, I guess).

My biological family tree is completely empty, and if I had to add someone to it, I could only put my owner Bingo herself there. I seem to be the only one of us... twelve? ...no, fourteen, I think, to have no real family to run from whatsoever. And still, even if none of the others seem to understand, it doesn't bother me at all. I even like it, to be frank.

I don't do much... When I am not at home, I am a part-time dish-washer at Ms. Fantine's bakery. Being once again very honest about things: I hate it. And I only go on with it to support Bingo with living expenses, as I get paid the most among us by now... But it annoys the heck out of me every single day. I can't stand coming back home as if I've been drowned in sugar and frosting, I can't stand the smell of sweet fresh fruit pies, I can't stand miss Fantine complaining about my "gloominess" all the time, and I can't stand that ridiculous girly apron she makes me wear every day. Therefore, my only current goal is to finally get a new job which pays me fair enough for me to leave Ms. Fantine for good. It would make just as good to her as it would to me...

(...)
This is going to sound ridiculous coming from me. But it seems I didn't hate my old job as much as I thought...

I almost miss Ms. Fantine... In truth, I was kind of worried when she had decided to become a zombie. Surprisingly or not, I was. I never thought that undead man did Ms. Fantine any good... Therefore I was relieved when she came back to her shop... Perhaps I really was.

She had sent me off when I refused moving along to Underground and help her with that lousy sweets shop, though. I had even actually called her shop that -- lousy. Uhh, she was very hurt by that... So I no longer work for her, even after her return. Should it be comforting? I had wished for this, but now I don't know anymore...

I easily got a new job at the Lakeview Resort after that... They must have liked my references from the Bake Stop... Then now, a few months later, I have become manager at one of their branches. It is really boring work. I never thought I would end up saying this, but perhaps I liked washing dishes and frosting cupcakes better than sitting on a chair and taking phone calls all day...

I mean, the payment is a lot better... But that's not all there is to work for... I guess.

Ah... Maybe I'm just overthinking things...

Written by Zackster

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